Jared was sitting at the same table with Darnell's father, Austin, and Yves. It was late in the evening on a Saturday, and they were currently in the crowded bar that Darnell worked at. Jared watched the stage, not really interested in the other queens that were playing. He was waiting for Darnell. He bit his bottom lip as his face flooded with color at the memory of Darnell practicing a bit of his routine in his living room. If sexy could be personified it was Darnell's drag persona. As Jared looked longingly at the state Yves stared at it with a glint in his eyes. He used to do 'drag' back in France — of course, the drag he did was a lot more classed than this. He had been a parent queen. Yves hadn't seen a drag show since forever, so it was not like if he was complaining.
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